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Himalayan Mixed Hash Run No.1188

27 October 01

Hare: Rotter Location: Rotter's Retreat, DHANKUTA!

It was Dessain and trekking. Prime-time for unverifiable excuses for not attending the hash. Including from the GM who was off to Dhankuta for some serious revelry. There was talk of Spare Part, not seen in the circle recently, being 'encouraged' to handle (a word he will support!) things for a week. He at least wouldn't be going anywhere near a hill. But this notion passed and the GM had to depart the smoke with the less than comforting words of Krishna in his ears: "perhaps I'll, maybe . . . etc, etc". Things seemed to have brightened as an email came from him later in the week, but lack of anything in it except the run number and the date was not reassuring. The (probably incorrect) surmise was that Krishna was trying very hard to organise a non-event.

Desperate for his usual beer or three on a Saturday afternoon - sorry, to uphold the continuity of this glorious institution, the GM headed off down to the bazaar to buy a few kilos of flour. Luckily, in and around Dhankuta there are many people who are to various degrees financially dependent on the GM's construction organisation. It was therefore not too difficult to coerce a group of Newars, Bishwakarmas and Rais, to present themselves at the required time, although instructions on running attire were fairly much ignored. That they were somewhat apprehensive about what they were in for is evident in the photo above.

The Hare attempted to explain what was expected of the eight virgins in even clearer terms than the circle normally hears. His perspicacity was rewarded when, just after the off, one of them saw a bit of flour and uttered a very timid "on-on". After a couple more white blobs, and encouragement from the small band of non-virgins, there was no holding back and the noise of a hash in full cry soon echoed around Raniban hill at the south end of the bazaar.

The Hare had neglected to inform the pack that there were eight checks, but this didn't affect matters. At the first, Kiran (the Dhankuta equivalent of Roadrunner; runs the whole course with his mouth closed) searched up while Sushil went down. Nothing. Finally the GM had to review downwards with Sushil and point out what he should be looking for. Sushil then managed to keep on flour for the next twenty seconds. Kiran took up the running as the trail led round the west side of Raniban to check 2. At this point Kumar had had enough and slunk off back to find a seat and a glass of raksi. The trail continued south but most people were shown a nice shortcut up to holding check 4. Last in were Sushil, Kiran, Durga and Simon, who had gone the whole way round via check 3. There was a slight pause as the construction of the HMGN water tanks beside the check was inspected, nay disparaged, by supervisors and contractors. Then Sushil found the path onwards, running level round the east side of the hill. Check 5 was on a ridge overlooking the Tamur River, magnificent beyond anything in Kathmandu. Another shortcut helped to get the whole pack reassembled at holding check 6 which was being licked up by a herd of goats. From there everybody knew the direct route back, but a few did try to keep on paper through checks 7 and 8. Sushil and Durga raced in miles ahead of everyone else. Kumar was last in, but not for any reason related to physical exertion.

It didn't take the virgin hordes long to get the hang of down-downing, although the GM had to do most of the singing. (But that's no different from what he has to do amongst the limp-voiced lot in Kathmandu these days.) Kumar, Gyanendra, Kishu, Gyan, Najendra, Kiran, Sushil, and Bikram took their turn. When everyone then found that they were allowed to make accusations of wrongdoing and poor behaviour things really took off. First was Kumar, who took his cup defiantly with no contrite promise to lose weight or get fit. Then Kiran, for taking the wrong path at every check: Kiran again, with Kishu, for suspending running operations while they shook down ripe fruits from a guava tree beside the path: the GM and Pinchi for sharing in the spoils. And a host of other perfidies. The Hashit, which in the absence of the hash brass was the white enamel wc-capacity mug, went to Kumar, for unrepentant desertion.

The benefit of holding a hash at a place where no-one had to get into a car to go home then became evident as the proceedings degenerated into drunken revelry. The GM is relieved to report that at the time of writing no reports of dead contractors or missing supervisors have yet been received. Some of them even want to do it all again!